My eyes widened at Santana's figure at the door. Disbelief and anger was all up on her face. She was hot in that Latina sort of way. I couldn't shake Quinn off of me because…she was preggers. I only had a few seconds to figure out what the hell was I doing here in this position. Quinn was on top of me, Santana was glaring at us and I wasn't sure what they were doing here in my house.
"What the hell Puckerman?" She shouted at me. It sounded ten times louder than Quinn's constant shouting.
But all I could say was, "Huh?"
"An hour ago you texted me that you wanted to get it on but when I thought I'd come check on you just to make sure that your truck has gas or something I catch you making out with your baby mama who supposedly has your X-Men slash lizard baby with a mohawk!" She yelled.
Still, I couldn't speak in complete sentences, "My what?"
"What is that Puckerman? What is that?" She was pissed and of course it wasn't a good thing.
"What's what?"
"What is this?"
I eyed Quinn who looked confused and angry at the same time. I gently took her off me and made my way to Santana. "Santana…" I started. But then she held up her hand and said, "Puckerman, we're officially through." She swished away. I thought about going after her but then I didn't have the energy to care. So I slumped on the floor of my bedroom and thought of what happened. Were we together?
I was trying to collect my thoughts and this what I had come up with:
First, I was about to go to Santana's then Quinn comes in and totally shouts at me about going there, then I start making out with her then Santana comes in and shouts at me for making out with Quinn. But all that I couldn't help but think…Was it shout at Puck Day? My eyes were totally directed at the ceiling. It had been a blur. It totally felt like a dream.
"Puck, what just happened?"
I was sort of startled. I kind of forgot that Quinn was there. "Huh? I don't know." I looked at her sitting on the edge of the bed and she still looked confused. It was sort of hot but why was I contemplating at how hot she was sitting there when I should be figuring out what to do.
"Y'know, with us a few minutes ago. Did we just?" Quinn asked, sitting next to me. I sat up and put me head against the wall, still staring up at the ceiling.
"We kissed." I said blankly. I licked my lips. I could still taste her strawberry lip gloss. It was quiet. Like somebody died. The kiss, it was just a spark of the moment thing. I mean, pregnant women get horny all the time right? It happens. It happens all the time. It doesn't mean anything. Did it? Did it mean something to Quinn? Did it to me? It was weird. Did I really want to kiss Quinn because I still had feelings for her or did I kiss her because she was horny and I was too to be honest. I really didn't know what to think at that point. I didn't have feelings for Santana, that was for sure. I only go to her place because she was totally freaking hot and she practically says yes when I ask if we could do it. But we both know it's more of a no strings attached kind of relationship with her and me.
But with Quinn…was it different? I won't lie, I had feelings for her but lately she's been with Finn and it makes me sick to my stomach that they're together. But now that they're not…did I still have feelings for her? Did I still love her after all the shit she's put me through like calling me a Lima loser and probably every insulting word she could think of even if she hasn't said it to my face? I only kissed her like…a few times. Eight or nine times would probably do it and every time it made me feel like I wasn't Puckzilla anymore. It felt like it was just me and Quinn. Like there was no one else in the world. But it probably meant different to her. Maybe she was thinking along the lines of: Ew…I wish this was Finn instead of Puck or even Who does this guy think he is? He is such a bad kisser. But that's impossible. Seven years of experience could've easily made me the best kisser in McKinley.
Plus, if I ever had feelings for a girl, I'd probably kill myself. My reputation as a sex shark would go down and that was way too valuable to lose. I'll admit it is shallow but that's high school for you. Reputation is everything.
I didn't know what else to say to Quinn. There was a tinge of something when we kissed earlier. A tinge. Just a tinge.
Silence filled my ears. "Puck…why did you kiss me?"
She didn't sound mad at all. She didn't sound like…it was nothing to her.
"Well…you were making these sexy but also cute sex noises. You know it turns me on babe." The babe part just came out of mouth. Quinn looked blankly at the closet. Like she was trying to figure out if there was a skeleton or a girl in there.
"I read that…that pregnant women get horny all the time and it's also good for the baby." I assured her.
She raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure you didn't make that part up?" I couldn't blame her. The most annoying thing was that people would consider that I was a liar. How can you lie about a pregnancy? If you didn't do anything like eat healthy wholewheat bread and eat vitamin E pills every ten minutes your baby would come out with a third eye or something. But then again, Terri Schuester had lied about her pregnancy and wanted our baby. To me, it sounded like an insult.
"No. I didn't. I searched for pregnancy tips and there was like an ad that said pregnant women get horny and stuff so…sex is good for the baby….so…" She crossed her arms, unimpressed. Did she need a scientific explanation? I wasn't good at that. But I did read the article. Why do pregnant women always need a fucking scientific explanation for everything? It was like House.
"Orgasms…are actually good for the baby 'cause when your…orgasms…pregnant women are more horny - I mean orgasmic because of the increased fluids in the cat area making your…um…"
"Just say it Puck. We can both be mature about this." She reasoned.
"Making your vagina sensitive. Orgasms are good for the baby 'cause of the hormones. I don't know what is it but there'll be minor contractions in your uterus but now that your uterus is bigger you can feel 'em more. " It was sort of choppy but I hoped she won't make me repeat it.
Quinn looked down and nodded. "So this is all 'cause of the hormones right? Nothing…nothing sexual or anything like that?" My face turned red and I nodded. But I couldn't help saying, "Why? Are you so attracted to me that even the sight of me would make you want to jump me?" I said with a laugh.
"You're disgusting." She said, rolling her eyes.
I smiled. "I'm sorry. I can't help myself." Then Quinn's stomach groaned. She looked down shamefully.
"You're hungry." I said, still smiling. She smiled at me shyly. "Yeah. What's on the menu?"
"This is isn't a French restaurant Fabray. If it's anything other than what comes in a box and has instructions that involve microwaves then you're out of luck." I said, standing up and offering my hand. She took it and pulled herself up, smiling. I led her into the kitchen and a weird thing struck me. I didn't let go of Quinn's hand. To be honest I really liked the feel of Quinn's warm hand. I quickly took out the necessary ingredients for a grilled cheese sandwich. There were about six of them inside, spinning slowly. Half of them were wholewheat bread and the other plain bread. I took it out, wrapping my hands in a napkin. I set it on the plate. Quinn reached for a piece and I held it to stop her. "Not yet. It's not even done."
"How many ingredients could there be in a grilled cheese sandwich?" She asked skeptically.
"This isn't just a grilled cheese sandwich. This a Puckerman recipe grilled cheese sandwich." I said, slathering butter on the sides. I placed it back on the table. "There. All done." She gingerly took a bite and chewed it slowly as if I'd put some poison in it. "It tastes just like a grilled cheese sandwich."
"With butter." I reasoned, picking one up and eating it. I watched her gobble about four of them but I could also tell she loved it even. I was only halfway done with mine until she finished the whole plate. "Wow. I bet you could beat Karofsky at a pie eating contest." I commented.
"I doubt it. It's only because I'm pregnant."
"I know. You don't have to tell me twice."
She was eyeing my grilled cheese sandwich. "Are you gonna eat that?" I held it out to her and she was about to take a huge chomp out of it but then I said, "Kiss me first." I couldn't resist saying that.
"Puck I'm hungry." She complained.
"Kiss me first." I repeated. She pulled my face to mine and when our lips were only inches away until something swished under my fingers. I opened my eyes to see that she was now eating my grilled cheese sandwich. I smiled. I tried to grab my sandwich but even if it was just for fun, it reminded me of the impromptu food fight Quinn and I had. And Finn had to burst in. It felt like all the stress has been lifted off my back. We were laughing like idiots. Then mom and Sarah burst in. My arms were wrapped around Quinn's belly but I didn't squeeze hard. The grilled cheese now was in two pieces. We both stopped. Frozen smiles were on our faces.
"Hi mom."
My mom and my sister were staring at us, the floor beneath them cluttered with groceries. It was that food fight all over again. I went over there and grabbed the grocery bags and settled them on the kitchen counter. Mom and Sarah cooked seafood chowder, corn bread and tune melts. Quinn and me watched them cook. I was always glancing at her. Weird. Dinner was silent and as usual Quinn led the prayers.
House was on and mom made Sarah watch it.
I decided looking at guitar tabs and since I was bored to death. I started to follow get the rhythm of the tab I was following with my guitar and a voice rang out, "What are you doing?"
Quinn.
But my eyes were focused on the tabs on the computer screen.
0…0…3…1…
"What is that?" She was now right next to me.
"Tabs." I said simply, my eyes glued to the screen. She continued to watch me for a few minutes.
Then I began to sing the song that was tabbed.
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall though me
And always fool me
And I can't react
Games never amount to
More than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat
And point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice
You had the choice
You've made it known
Now it was clear Quinn knew this song because she sang with me.
Falling slowly
Eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me
And erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough and warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat
And point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice
You had the choice
You've made it known
Falling slowly
Sing your melody
I'll sing along
It was perfect. Like out voices were made for each other. I raised my eyes to look at her. Her eyes were teary.
I stood up and put my guitar on the floor.
"Hey? What's wrong?" I said, now inches apart. It was like someone else had taken over. Not Puckzilla, not Puck the sex shark or Puck for that matter. It was Noah. It suddenly made me think of Darth Vader turning into Anakin Skywalker at the last moments of his life.
And before I knew it our lips melted into each other. My heart was beating like Travis Barker's drum set. It felt so right. My mind went blank and only thought of me and Quinn. This was real. It wasn't hormones at all. It was something else. Love. We broke apart and her eyes met mine.
"Puck. I love you."
And then I realized that it was wrong.
The song is called "Falling Slowly" by Glen Hansard and Marketa Iglova. It was also covered by Lee Dewyze and Crystal Bowersox on American Idol. Anyways, I had to cut this story short because I have a lot of other things to do. I hope u guys liked this one. =))